— Musings —09.20.2016 08:23 AM
The long road
A lot of jazz, to me, is a lot like Paul Wells: a wee bit pretentious and without structure.
Listening to Shankar on the way in, I reckoned that this isn’t jazz at all. It’s quite disciplined and, to me, a bit of godlike genius. It’s perfect, even.
What can I say? I’m Irish, but I much prefer tumbak and tabla to bodhran. Always have.
As talented as Rahat is, he doesn’t have anywhere near the vocal range and depth as his uncle did.
When I get up there, I’m going to tell Oscar Peterson, Charlie Mingus, and Bobby Brookmeyer what you said about jazz.
You’re never getting in.
Never!